June 15, 2008

In a semi-drunken haze yesterday afternoon, I bought six new kitchen chairs. (I'd been planning to for weeks, so it wasn't as impulsive as it sounds.) They're molded plastic Eames chairs, in lime green, and are called Eiffel chairs because of the metal base. Trivia: first created in 1948, these were the first ever industrially manufactured plastic chairs. I'm planning to pair them with our wood plank table for some much needed color in the kitchen. Next up: Jeff's office. It's a bigger train wreck than Lindsay Lohan.

**Since so many of you seemed to enjoy my little dinner-by-scavenger hunt game a few weeks back, I thought I'd offer up a recipe it inspired last night. I'd been cooking pork all day and got home too tired to shop or cook anything terribly special, but I was hungry so I pulled together a quick pasta with roasted cauliflower, fresh corn, and a traditional pesto. Mmm. I'd make it again for sure.

**On to the title of this post...yes, my sister has started her own blog. The Single Gal's Guide to Rheumatoid Arthritis pretty much tells you what it's about. I've been enjoying the sometimes wrenching, sometimes funny narrative of how she discovered she has RA and what it's like to live with a chronic illness (like I don't know, right?). My favorite part is that the photo she's chosen to display is of some outrageously high red feathered heels that she can barely wear when her RA acts up; I think that act of defiance says a lot about her spirit and how she's approaching her condition.

**Speaking of chronic illness, Jeff got into a clinical trial for vertigo this week! He'll be flying out to University of Wisconsin/Madison in late July to get fitted with a BrainPort and see if it will help with the unrelenting, seemingly permanent vertigo he lives with. We're both actively campaigning against high hopes since there is no evidence that it will help someone with his sort of brain damage, but it's worth a shot. The down side: a week's worth of migraines will surely follow the airplane ride, and I can't go with him. The up side: he might come home feeling right-headed for the first time in two and a half years.

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Um, I'm not actually moving to Dublin. Seems like the title of my last post confused a few people. I just really really loved the movie Once, even though I bawled for about an hour when it was over. I swear it was the saddest movie I have ever seen. But it was worth it for the incredible soundtrack. Wow.